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All I could do was nod my head and agree because using words was impossible. I got that this whole situation wasn’t ideal, but fuck, it felt so right. He felt right. We, together, just felt right.
His finger entered me roughly, the intrusion a sweet victory, the fullness what my body craved. He added another finger, his mouth not leaving my sensitive skin, his shoulders forcing my legs to hold wide while he pumped his fingers into my body, curling them in such a way that drove me wild. I was a panting mess, dizzy with the lust and euphoria his assault on my body caused, and though I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, wanton begging still fell from my lips.
He didn’t give me a warning before his teeth bit down on my clit. My body jumped at the pain before he bent his finger upward, pressing into my body at just the right angle and igniting a growing fire of pleasure. Two passes of his tongue over his bite to soothe the pain did me in; the flames inside of me exploded outward as ecstasy consumed my body. My lungs were paralyzed as I gasped for breath. My body shook as he continued his onslaught, and I had nothing left to give, nothing left to offer as a reward for his efforts, and my orgasm began to fade, leaving me a panting and disheveled mess in front of him.
He lay there a moment, motionless, his head between my thighs, the silence surrounding us. He pulled back slightly, laying gentle kisses on my inner thigh before nuzzling his cheek against my skin, and I fought not to touch him. I wanted more than anything to remove my fingers from the chair and place them against his skin. Restraining myself was torture when all I wanted to do was touch him, show him comfort, solidarity.
All too soon, he pulled back, sitting on his haunches for a moment as he regarded me before standing tall and looming over me. “If you leave tomorrow night, I will follow. It is the fates’ wish that I remain with you, so I’ll do so. But that doesn’t change how I feel.”
The scrape of the metal door was loud as it echoed in the space. It was a screaming announcement of my bare minimum acceptance, and when it slammed shut, I felt the jarring vibration settle inside of me. Justice accepted me for what I was, his fate, but there was a chance that he may never agree with it.
Chapter 19
ELLIS
It wascrazy to think this girl wasn’t in my life less than two weeks ago. Now? Now I couldn’t picture my life without Liberty. I could breathe her in if she let me. Let her consume me and be my air. I waited all my life to find her, and I didn’t want a second to go by without her in it.
“Stop looking at me.” Liberty giggled. “I can feel your eyes burning into me.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Do you know how cheesy that sounds?” She turned and raised an eyebrow at me.
I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around her waist. “Cheesy or not, it’s the truth.”
An inaudible sound caught in her throat before she said, “You guys are too good for me.”
Or she was too good for us. It took years of us being grumpy, old bastards to find her and get a flicker of her light. “You should relax some; we leave in a few hours.”
She bit her lower lip as I rested my chin on her shoulder., “We do. But I still have no idea where we are headed.”
“Any luck getting any information on the book?” I knew that Oak and she had spent hours and hours pouring over the iPad Ramsey gave them, both coming out looking equally frustrated.
“None. Nothing useful. A few people on the forum told us to find truth, like that meant anything to us.” She sighed. “One document we found mentioned the magical books that are marked by the fates. Rare. Obviously. But how they come to be is a complete mystery.”
“Want me to look?” I offered, though I knew with absolute certainty, I wouldn’t find anything. I still kept my receipts to do taxes the old fashion way; there was no way I would figure out how to navigate the technology needed to get information.
“I doubt you will find anything. If the information is there, it’s buried deep.” She unknowingly reached for her necklace, twirling the gems in her fingers.
The necklace on its own was magnificent. But the sight of Liberty with the necklace left me speechless. The gems sparkled brightly against her pale skin like it was always meant to be its backdrop. Not even the dark markings of Justice’s family mark took away or stole from its beauty. Dare I say the markings could possibly enhance the look? And when the gems glowed, when they pulsed with the hidden power that saved us all, Liberty looked like a queen.
“It’s strange, right?” Her voice startled me, tearing me out of my trance.
“Huh?”
“The necklace. So unassuming, yet somehow powerful enough to take down a whole monsoon monster.”
I quirked my lips. “Is that even a thing?”
“It seemed fitting.” She shrugged. “Don’t you think?”
“Very much so. I’m hoping you’re not planning to use that magic again any time soon.”
“Ideally, no. I didn’t even know I had it, to be honest.” She played with her hand, nervously. “I would always use it to save you all, though. I won’t regret that.”
I hated that even with our speed, our strength, our hearing, we weren’t enough to save this girl. Our poor, innocent girl who had done nothing and hadn’t asked for anything from us, just accepted this life as she got tossed into it, without complaints.
“Sterling said the plane would be here soon,” I pointed out.